"Justin...why don't you head on back to the hotel? There's no use for you to stay here. I'll go in there and try to talk to Deanna. I'm not guaranteeing she'll tell me, but I'll try." JC consoled. " Why don't you head back to the hotel and get some sleep. You could use a little. The car is parked right out front, you'll be able to recognize it." Justin nodded, not having the urge to argued with him for he was completely out of energy. All he wanted was his girl back in his life, it wasn't asking for that much.

JC got up as he darted his hands out willingly for Justin to use but he refused them. he gave out a stubborn moan as he pushed himself up as JC handed him the keys and patted him on the back as he trudged down the hallway, dragging his Nikes. JC took a deep breath as he slowly opened the door, hoping to make no sound to disrupt anything.

I heard the door open while I was still sitting on Emily's bed. She was still sobbing, but had quieted down a little as she started to run out steam. She lifted her head to see JC enter the room then laid it back down and stared to whimper again. I saw JC's face drop as he looked at her flushed face. He began to say something but I shook my head to stop him. I slowly put my finger to my lips signaling him to be quiet. I lifted myself off the bed pushing the springs down to make that annoying sound and walked towards him. Once I had grabbed his hand I pulled him out the door.

I shut the door quietly behind me, hearing it snatch into place I turned to JC. I quickly wrapped my arms around his secure body, letting all this stress out. He did the same back, lowering his head down to me as i closed my eyes and let out a large sigh. We rocked back and forth as I pressed my head against the top of his shoulder.

"You know, we have to do something. You should have seen Justin. His face looked exactly like Emily's. Seriously, I didn't know a guy could cry that hard." JC sympathized. He was right. This was a horrible problem and they helped our relationship when we weer in trouble. I knew Emily loved him or at least wanted him back, but she wouldn't let herself accept it.

I pulled away from him as I stared at the floor shamefully that i wasn't doing anything. I knew that I was being the friend to let her cry on my shoulder but I know that's not what she wanted.

I lifted my head to stare at him straight in the eyes. I stared fiddling with my fingers as my glances threw from him to my hands. "Well, what do you suggest? Trust me. Emily's not going to give in. She told me she still likes him...but she's..." I trailed off.

If I went this far, JC would know I wasn't telling him something. I saw his facial expression change and knew that he had something churning in his mind. I walked by him as i began to brush my fingers through my hair, pulling it back into a pony tail. I put my back to the wall as i slid down, then pulling my hair over my shoulder and letting it go. I was trying to ignore looking at him, becoming all nervous inside but i knew that he was going to ask about it.

"She's what?" JC pressed. He stood in front of me as I shook my head from side to side.

"Nothing. Its not important here."

"What do you mean it's not important? It's everything here. If you tell me why she pushed him away then Justin can fix it and then they can get back together. Deanna, come on. This is the only way." he lectured. He squatted down in front of me, hearing his knees crack. I knew he was right, but what was more important? Keeping a friends secret or telling the secret to benefit her. I sighed. Well if I only told him a little it wouldn't be totally betraying her trust.

"Ok fine. Emily....she's...she's...scared." I let my voice trail off again letting JC try to figure it out. Chris and Hollis - STILL in Vegas hehe

As they walked down the lonely Vegas strip, Chris's watch began to beep as it hit the hour of 4 o'clock in the morning. Hollis had her arm around his back and her head on his shoulder as Chris had his arm around her waist, trying to keep her standing. The turned the corner to walk past the parking lot to get to their building as the shawdows of darkness covered them and make Hollis wind up in chills. Dragging her feet across the hard pavement in her high platform heels she let out a large groan as they stood less than a mile away from her apartment.

Out of the corner of Chris's eye he saw a policeman running in his direction. You could see the badge perfectly as the lights outside of the casino gave it a shine. Chris turned his head as he watched the man, wondering what kind of crime could have happened that he was so close to though didn't notice. Peering his eyes as he winced at him, he approached them closer, and closer until the cop was less than twenty feet away. He was shouting something in the distance but it was unclear with the car driving throughout.

Inches away from being where the sun was rising, Chris looked both ways to check if cars were coming as the shouting became understood in his ears as it rang in his head.

" Hey you! Stop where you are! Put that girl down!" the cop insisted as he began to grabbed the gun out of his holster as he pointed it in Chris's direction.

In fright, Chris let go of Hollis's waist as he held his hands high in the air of a tense feeling. Hollis couldn't hold herself up as she began to slide down Chris's body in slow motion, then suddenly awakening as she caught herself before reaching the ground. Chris turned his body at in a 45 degree angle to face the cop. his forehead began to sweat as his eyes beamed at the gun in torment. Not knowing whether a bullet is going to shoot out for him, or if this was a mishap, he didn't want to make the situation any worse.

Hollis stood up straight to find the man standing there. She quickly hung onto Chris for dear life, not knowing anything that had just happened in the past half an hour. The two of them stood there in silence with a big sign of confusion and fear floating over both of their heads.

" Miss, just please stand back. Sir, please keep your hands where I can see them." he recited. Hollis did as he said as she quickly shuffled her feet backwards, clutching her hands together, then rubbing her shoulders. " Quickly sir, can I please see some Id?".

Chris put down his right hand as he left the other one in the air. He dove into his pocket to find nothing but change. He then did the same thing with the other and couldn't find his wallet. He then turned his head to Hollis who just gave a shrug, not knowing what happened. Then it dawned on him....

" I... I seemed to have left my wallet in my hotel room. If you would just-," Chris tried to explain.

" Please place your hands back in the air. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be used against you in the court of law (uh.... I think I have the wrong one, but keep it!)".

The next thing Chris knew was he had handcuffs on his hands and he was heading to a police car that stood down that long garage. Hollis just stood there holding out her hands, not knowing what to do but wanting to be back in North Caroline, where they should be. No one knew where they were, she had no money, and no transportation.

Emily in Dorm Room - Emily's POV

I laid there on my pillow in the still quietness while Deanna went and talked to JC. I felt lonely and abandoned at that second like a friend just left me but i was giving her a cold shoulder. I stopped my rapid crying to a slow, tears down the cheek movement as i wiped my eyes and rubbed it on the bed sheets. The events that just took place replayed over and over in my head like a clock that has stopped but the ticking continues. I just wanted to crack a brick over my head and stop the repitition from destroying my mind, my heart.

**"Emily, please don't do this. I'm sorry, I was just really mad at him. He called you a liar, Em. I know you be not lying. I was only trying to defend you. I guess I did it da wrong way. We just made up, can't we work around this? Please?" **

I could still hear the hurt in his voice as the cries were being held back by force. The sound that every girl wishes not hear, but to hear happiness. Over and over again like a broken record that you can't stop. I tried to remember my response, but his voice was distracting me.

**"I can't let this go Justin. I know you meant well but I just can let this slide. I think we need some time apart. This just isn't working." **

I tried to sort out what happened. What made me say it? My heart was racing as the tears started up again, racing swiftly down my flushed cheeks like a river, peaceful and deep ( okay, had to!). I had to get his voice out of my head for it was causing to much heartache. My room was silent except for the murmur of Deanna's voice out side my door with the low key responses of JC. The silence was killing me so I slowly got up and clicked power on my stereo. I thought that I had the radio on, but I had completely forgotten that I had set the repeat on my cd player.

**One week before**

"Emily will you please shut off that stupid song! I mean, I like hearing JC and all but how many times can you hear them say 'I Drive Myself Crazy'? It's driving me crazy! See? It's even making me come up with bad jokes!" Deanna screamed at me.

"Not a chance! Justin's voice is soooooooooooooooo, I don't know!!!!! I just have to listen, so shut up! It's almost his verse!" I retaliated. It was the 10th consecutive time that I had listened to 'N Sync's, 'I Drive Myself Crazy'. I loved the song. It had been my favorite ever since I had gotten the c.d. almost over 2 years ago. I had programed my player to repeat it and I was in heaven the entire time. Every time Justin's voice popped on my heart raced. This couldn't get any better.

**Back to reality**

As soon as I had laid back down on my bed the chords of the song started. I completely collapsed on to my pillow, clutching it close to my face as i let out screams that wouldn't be heard and tears that couldn't be seen . Chris's voice rang out through my bedroom as sobs took over me. I didn't have the strength to get up and turn it off. I just laid there and cried to myself.

Soon enough Justin's voice popped on and my sobs grew more intense. I listened to the words that were coming out of my two speakers.

My eyes wandered around my familiar room, falling upon all my pictures of Justin. In all the pictures he was smiling. In some way though, it wasn't the smile he used when he was with me. The pictures had a fake smile that was his diguise of happiness. All the memories of Justin flooded back to me. His smile, his eyes, his kisses......would I ever be able to get over this?

All my anger built up inside of me as I went over to a wall with a bunch of posters plastered on them. In one clean swipe, my hand rose to the wall and ripped one of the smiling faces off. One after another, I just kept pulling as all my anger rushed out of me. Soon all the posters were off my wall. I fell into the center of the room between the two begs as i took the posters in both hands and began ripping them to shreds, like he never existed to cause me so much pain. Pain that i could live without and the feeling inside of you that you feel for someone come back. You try to get rid of it, though there is no possible way. Having no strength left in my body, I collapsed into the messed of torn paper, stretching my short body across them as sobs rushed to my head and controlled my body once again.

Chris and Hollis - Vegas Part 2!

As Chris was thrown into a jail cell back down at the end of the main Vegas strip, he was uncuffed and confused. They never yet told him what the cause was for why he was in there. he walked up to the front of the bars, ignoring the courteous welcome to the other men standing and sitting in the back.

" Excuse me, may I ask why I am in here?" Chris asked softly, scared of the reaction that he could get.

" You know why you are in here... Pete." the police man that caught him answered, spitting with the 'Pete' in disgust.

" Actually, no. I happen to be Chris Kirkpatrick from N'Sync."

" If you are Chris from N'Sync, then I am Nick from the Backstreet Boys. You were seen at Pony's Cafe harassing the waitresses and then shedding your clothes. A waitress gave us your description and you must have taken a waitress with you for defense. We know how your sick mind works." He walked over to the desk and tossed both of his legs up onto the desk as he took a huge bite into the apple. The sound of the crunch made Chris twitch as he let out a large sigh. He unwrapped his hands from the bars and turned himself to face his jail mates. There stood two men, one was old with a scruffy face, hunched over with a dark shadow covering his face. The other man was a huge Caucasian man with muscles the size of Alaska sitting on his arms. He could barely cross his arms as his face stared down on 5'9" Chris.

Chris gulped at the sight of the big man as he stood in place where he was. He had no where else to go. Hoping inside of him, he wished that Hollis could come and help get him out, or one of the guys, if they only knew where he was. He knew that he had one phone call that he could use, but he didn't want the guys to know that he was in jail in Las Vegas. What kind of reputation would N'Sync get for this? They would be the front page of the newspapers, and their fall tour would be canceled, all because of one mistake that he didn't even make himself. He sunk down to the sticky, hard, cold floor as he laid his chin on his knees, trying to cover the sight and the astonishing smell that aroused the room.

Time passed on, about an hour but it felt like days to Chris as he didn't move from his spot. He was scared for his life, not knowing how long it would be for his court hearing. How was he going to prove himself innocent if he had no proof of being there?

The door rushed open as it slammed shut with the wind. Chris's eyes lifted from the ground as they peered at the woman who had her back placed to the cell.

" You have to let him out! He didn't do anything!" the woman cried out with anger as she pounded her fist on the desk. Chris immediately uncovered the voice as Hollis.

" Listen lady, he was identified by the police officer and fits the description. He has no ID on his so how can he prove himself innocent?" the man denied.

" Fine! How much is his bail?"

" The offense would cost 500 dollars (I have no idea)."

" I... I don't have that much. How about....," she sat there thinking. She then began to make her way slowly, crossing each leg as she took a step as if on a runway. She then walked over to the man and stood behind him. She dragged her hands over his chest, whispering an offer in his ear. " How about it officer? If you let him go, later on today you can bring the handcuffs and arrest me."

Chris's eyes widened as he whipped off the ground in amazement and anger, then standing at his feet. Hollis recognized Chris as she gave him a wink, knowing that her flirtatious ways were going to get them back to the hotel room. Chris mumbled to himself, hoping the cop wasn't going to do what he thought was going to happen. She gripped his hands together tightly knowing that if he ever came close to Hollis that she was going to get a piece of her mind. Jealousy rose over him quickly as the officer turned his chair around to face Hollis, then, her placing herself on his lap.

" Oh wow, Miss. But you know what? You are now under arrest for bribing a police officer."